The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

Wang Xiyue didn't know what had triggered her.

When she first saw Dongfang Yu being kicked away from behind, the image that flashed through her mind was that of a blurry little girl. She seemed to see a thin, eight- or nine-year-old girl standing alone in a dark, deserted, narrow passage, with a tall, vicious boy standing behind her. She didn't cry, didn't cry for help, and didn't resist. She just waited in fear for the person behind her to extend his evil foot, as if she was certain that no one could help her. She just quietly endured the pain of being kicked away countless times, and only after the demon had vented his anger and left could she struggle to her feet and silently leave. From beginning to end, she didn't shed a single tear, only indifference.

The images of the little girl and Dongfang Yu seemed to overlap in her mind. The scenes of being cruelly kicked away pierced Wang Xiyue's heart. At that moment, she felt the same way, as if she had also suffered the same humiliation countless times.

This scene will forever be etched in Wang Xiyue's mind.

At that moment, she felt an urge to kill for the first time.

Wang Xiyue is unaware that the little girl is actually herself.

In her past life, when she was in elementary school, some boys saw that she was thin and short, with an ordinary appearance and a humble family background. They would often kick her in the back or slap the back of her head because they didn't like her. Without the help of teachers or the intervention of her parents, she learned to endure and become numb during the two years of bullying at school.

This is probably the origin of her cold-hearted nature in this life!

A happy childhood can heal a lifetime, while an unhappy childhood requires lifetimes of healing.

Human memories can be lost, but instinctive reactions remain forever, and will not be forgotten even in a past life.

Even the judge in the underworld probably didn't expect that the memory seal he thought was safe and sound would crack due to Wang Xiyue's body's instinctive reaction.

A few steps away, Wang Xijie, still panting heavily after the fight, pressed his knee against Ling Shuguang's back, intending to rest for a moment before binding him and taking him before the Emperor to lodge a complaint. Daring to bully her sister was suicidal. Although not directly targeting her sister, the humiliation of Dongfang Yu had caused her such heartache; they deserved to die. Even if the prince couldn't handle it himself, the Emperor and her father would have to.

"Brother, they are all bad people, they are bullying me." At this moment, Wang Xiyue could not tell whether it was Dongfang Yu who was being bullied, or the little girl, or herself. Blurry fragments of being bullied and abandoned kept flashing through her mind, as if they were other people, or as if they were herself. Her mind was in chaos. She was struggling on the verge of collapse, crying uncontrollably. She could only hug her head, which felt like it was about to explode, and ask her brother for help.

Before he could even tie Ling Shuguang up, he heard his sister's desperate and helpless cries. Wang Xijie could only anxiously try to comfort her loudly.

"Yueyue, don't be afraid, your brother is here. Your brother will help you..." He will help you tear the people who hurt you or made you cry to pieces.

Even from a distance, he could clearly feel his sister's unvented grief and anger, her deep sorrow and despair, and the dark aura that seemed to be surging out of her body.

“Your sister was born with unusual signs. Master Zhishang said that she will become a Buddha if she does good, and she will become a demon if she does evil. I also know that she is kind-hearted and will not do evil, but she is young and her mind is not settled. She is easily controlled by her emotions. You must be vigilant at all times when you are out and about, and remember to protect your sister.”

For the first time, Wang Xijie truly understood why his parents often said they wanted to protect his younger sister.

"Xiyue, don't cry, I'm fine, I'm okay, don't be sad..." Dongfang Yu struggled to support his upper body, gently stroking Wang Xiyue's head and wiping away her tears.

Wang Xijie could notice Wang Xiyue's unusual behavior from such a distance, let alone Dongfang Yu, who was right next to her. He never expected that the one who was humiliated and hurt the most was the young girl he had only known for a day.

Because they were so close, only he could clearly see the slightest change in Wang Xiyue. There was a red flame mark between her eyebrows, which was not very noticeable when she first came to his side, but as the sorrow and anger emanating from her body grew stronger, the mark turned from pink to deep red. Her eyes turned red, and a cluster of flames burned fiercely in her pupils, as if she wanted to turn all those who had bullied her today into ashes.

Killing the prince and the heir of the Ling family would lead to the destruction of the Prime Minister's mansion, which was the last thing she wanted to see. So he could tell that she was also restraining her anger, with reason and impulse pulling at her nerves, so he knew she was in great pain.

"Xiyue, don't cry, I'm still here." Dongfang Yu covered Wang Xiyue's eyes with his palm, trying to calm her down. He wanted to tell her that he was still alive, which meant there would be countless opportunities for revenge in the future.

"I will protect you and help you fulfill all your wishes, so that you may live a peaceful and joyful life," Dongfang Yu silently vowed in his heart. He knew that he was powerless now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be in the future. He used to think that his lame leg didn't matter, since no one cared, and his future was uncertain. He didn't know why he was living and had been living in a daze.

But from that moment on, he had someone he wanted to protect with all his might for the rest of his life. Only by becoming strong and protecting himself could he prevent the girl from being sad, support her in doing what she wanted to do, and let her destroy everything she wanted to destroy without any worries or pain.

The cool palm in front of her made Wang Xiyue close her eyes. Dongfang Yu's weak but warm words reminded Wang Xiyue that what she had just experienced was an illusion, and that she needed to calm down and not let her emotions control her.

The warmth of her palm brought Wang Xiyue a little comfort in the icy darkness, like a candle flame guiding her unconsciously.

Following Dongfang Yu's instructions, Wang Xiyue took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The inner struggle, torment, and heartache gradually disappeared, and her chaotic emotions finally began to calm down.

"Yueyue, your brother is here, don't be afraid." Wang Xijie threw the tied-up Ling Hongguang next to Dongfang Yu. He picked up his sister who was sitting on the ground, let her head rest on his shoulder, and gently patted her back like his father comforted him when he was sick. At the same time, he didn't forget to step on Ling Shuguang's back. That damned guy made his sister have an emotional breakdown.

Ling Hong looked at the servants of the Ling family in the courtyard. After being brutally beaten by Wang Xijie, those who could stand up cowered against the wall, while those who couldn't stand lay on the ground groaning incessantly. They were truly a bunch of worthless bastards.

If it were anyone else who came today, he would have had his servants kill them in a heartbeat. But it was the Prime Minister's son and his beloved daughter who came. Wang Boxing was his father's mortal enemy. Over the years, he had managed to fight his father openly and secretly to a standstill, so he was obviously not to be underestimated.

In the capital city of Xiyue Kingdom, Yuecheng, everyone knows the prime minister's beloved wife and daughter. He would retaliate against anyone who said anything bad about them.

Because it involves his daughter, Wang Boxing is not only the prime minister, but also a fiercely protective wolf. If the wolf targets you, it's either you or him. Therefore, everyone in Yuecheng tacitly agrees on a rule: it's better to offend the prime minister than to touch his wife and daughter. Unless you can guarantee that you can wipe out the entire prime minister's mansion in one fell swoop, everyone avoids his wife and daughter.

Today, Ximen Haiqing wanted to use someone else to hurt him, and that person was the heir of the Ling family. He was only dealing with a cripple to avoid giving anyone cause for criticism, so neither he nor his brother brought any personal guards. Now, all the servants that Ling Hong brought have been dealt with. He didn't expect that Ling Shuguang, whom Ling Hong had ordered, would be so useless. He had already been beaten black and blue by Wang Xijie and was now lying on the ground barely breathing.

Ximen Haiqing naturally understood that if he hit the Prime Minister's son, the Prime Minister probably wouldn't mind, but if he harmed his daughter, the Ling family and the Prime Minister's family would inevitably be destroyed, a situation his father didn't want to see. Therefore, everyone tacitly avoided Wang Xiyue when they attacked, for fear of accidentally touching the Prime Minister's beloved daughter and dying together with them.

Now, watching Wang Xijie, who had been causing all the trouble, leisurely coaxing his sister like a child, Ximen Haiqing and Ling Hong felt as if they had swallowed a fly.

Wang Xiyue had already calmed down considerably under Dongfang Yu's comforting words, and now, after being coaxed by her brother, she instantly regained her senses. Although her brother was not as strong as her father, his shoulders were not as broad, and his embrace was not as soft as her mother's, she still felt his deep love and care.

"Brother, I'm fine now. Put me down and you can rest."

Wang Xiyue struggled to get down from Wang Xijie's arms, worried about Dongfang Yu's legs.

Wang Xijie gently placed his younger sister on the ground. After waiting for her to turn around and look after Dongfang Yu, he quietly massaged his shoulders and arms. He felt sore all over from beating someone up earlier, and after holding his sister for a while, his arms were indeed a little numb.

"Brother, shall we ask Father to invite the imperial physician to examine Dongfang Yu's leg?" Wang Xiyue asked her brother anxiously as she squatted down to carefully examine Dongfang Yu's injuries to make sure they were all there.

"Okay." Wang Xijie agreed without hesitation. He would agree to anything his sister wanted, even if it meant being punished by his father.

Wang Xijie straightened the wheelchair and gave it a quick check. He tried pushing it and found no major problems, so he went over and gently turned Dongfang Yu over. Then he put him back in the wheelchair. Fortunately, the wheelchair was not broken and could still be pushed. Otherwise, he would have been exhausted to carry him such a long distance.

The crowd in the courtyard stood like background figures, silently watching the brother and sister busy themselves, neither disturbing nor helping them, creating an eerie harmony.

They came in a bunch standing up, now they're lying sideways. Those who are standing are powerless to do anything but curse inwardly.

"Young master, what's wrong?" A servant-looking man came in from the courtyard gate.

Seeing that the man's clothes were not only worn but also quite dirty, and that he was charging straight at Dongfang Yu, Wang Xiyue didn't have time to think. Her first reaction was to quickly step from beside the wheelchair to in front of Dongfang Yu, spread her arms to protect the two people behind her, and not back down even if it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Mo Yun, I'm fine. Don't hurt the little girl." Dongfang Yu looked at the little girl who showed no hesitation or fear, his heart softened, and he was overwhelmed with happiness.

It turns out that I am loved, cared for, and cherished by others. This feeling is more precious than any rare treasure.

She was clearly a little girl who hadn't grown up yet, her height was only about the same as mine when I was sitting, and her figure was so slender, but behind her I could feel a sense of security I had never felt before. She was like a great general blocking the enemy, with the imposing aura of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand, as if anyone who wanted to harm the person she wanted to protect would have to step over her dead body first.

Mo Yun stopped immediately in front of Wang Xiyue and glanced at Dongfang Yu from head to toe. He didn't find anything too unusual, but seeing that his master's face was paler than usual, he was certain that he was seriously injured. However, it was not convenient to ask him now, so he could only kneel down with his head down and clench his fists. He wished he could kill these people right now, but the time was not right. Once the deed was done, there would be no going back, so he could only endure it.

This grudge will be avenged sooner or later. You just wait, one day I will repay you a hundredfold. Mo Yun silently remembered the face of every person who had humiliated him today.